Hello, my darlings!
Sorry for the whole mopey post slash not-blogging-for-a-few-days thing.

I'm much better now, believe me.
Because
1) I just went on my grandparents' elliptical and got those awesome little buggers [aka endorphins] [and, in Bimbo Speak- the Happy Hormones] going, and I feel great. Even though, you know. I'm sweating like a pig and all.
2) Today [Monday] had the threatening potential of morphing into a Thursdayish mutant, but in the end today was pretty slack, and it wasn't like Thursday at all
3) I'm finally remembering to return Nat's Relient K CDs.
3) Av and I are writing a new novel! Okay, so it isn't as if we'll actually end up finishing it or anything. Heh. We never do, really. But it's sooo fun to plan it out, and like, like...like YAY!!

It was so weird. Today we were planning out the whole novel plot deal...and, y'know- we don't refer to our characters as "Arcada" or "Syriana", or whatever. We've slipped into this unconscious habit of referring to our characters as "you" and "me". You know, like in the first person point of view thing.

Anyway, so there we were, walking down the stairs to get to the canteen- and plotting our novel along the way. The convo went something like this:

Cara: So how're we going to do this? I mean, we got switched at birth, right?
Av: Okay, I know this sounds lame- but maybe a servant switched us, you know.
Cara: So, like!!- you're actually the daughter of my mother!!
Av: ...Yeah.
Cara: *glee*
-pause-
Cara: Soo. Um. Are you going to die? (referring to in the novel)
Av: *realizes how stupid this sounds* ...Of course I'm going to die, you idiot!
-both realize how incredibly funny this is and proceed to burst into raucous laughter-
-giggle, giggle-
-introspective silence-
Cara: Are you going to fall in love? I think I'm going to fall in love.
Maybe I should die too. I mean, I always die. I just need to figure out HOW I should die. But maybe I should die this time. Again. *muses*


It was then that I realized that people walking near to us were starting to shoot Av and I...weird looks.

I mean- so okay. So sue me for- ahem- having such immense enthusiasm about our novel.
Not my fault.
But really, I didn't realize how stupid we sounded; especially how freaky our conversation must have sounded to one of the aforementioned innocent passersby. My gosh, we're so lucky we didn't get hauled off for counselling on the charge of planning some sort of warped suicide pact.

And what. That kind of thing does happen.

Oh yeah! Which reminds me. I modified my links- inspired by our dear SHU HUI, who had the nerve to call me "cara the drama queen" under HER links. So yes. I mean, I admit I can get kinda drama-ishy sometimes. But still. It's fun to take revenge. (:
Disclaimer: None of the nicknames and titles used are meant to be offensive. If you reckon that they are- seriously. Go get a sense of humour. And a life, while you're at it. Because I'm using those nickies because I LOVE YOU GUYS. <3
So appreciate it aight.

YAY *INSERTRANDOMPUNCTUATIONHERE* I FEEL HYPERRRR.

I wish that we could all live on adrenaline, laughter, and music.

OH HAPPY HAPPY SCREWED-UP WORLD!

*does llama dance of hyperness-but-not-having-anyone-to-be-hyper-with*

Wheeee.


Dear _ _ _ _ _ _ _,
I just wanted to let you know that I miss you.
And I wish that you could hear me, only I know that you can't. Not any longer.
I'm sorry that I was such a jerk back then. I mean, okay- sometimes you were a jerk too- but what I did was pretty harsh. And really jerk-like, too.
Now it's even worse than harsh and jerk-like, because there's no way I can take back what I said; and there's no way I can let you know I'm sorry.

I wish you could have talked to me before you left. You could have at least given me the chance to apologise. Now the only way I can apologise is through this crummy post on my blog which hardly anybody will understand and which you won't get to read anyway... and that sucks worse than anything.

If only I could do something- anything- to bring you back.
I know that at times I doubted you and got majorly annoyed at you and everything...but when it comes down to this...I've realized that I really do miss you. And I need you around. It sounds selfish, but it's true.

Remember the time when you were in hospital, and you got your friend to take around her laptop just so you could talk to me? Well, yeah. Even if you don't recall that, I do.
I got so insecure sometimes, but you were there for me through it all.

And then I ended up being so crummy towards you.
Okay, so you didn't exactly have to react by cussing me to the nine hells, either.
But that makes it hurt even more- and what I want, more than anything else, is to go back and redo everything.

You've been gone for some time now; and I've been trying so, so hard to gather the memories of you back together into one piece- but I can't. I keep trying to remember every argument, every all-out fight, and every good time that we had together; but somehow the memories elude me, and it ends up being more blurred than before.

You know you didn't have to go.

Live, love, and die; you used to say. As if it was that simple. As if the complexities of human comprehension could be summed up in those three actions. Only cowards kill themselves- but I know you weren't a coward, I know you were strong, so why?

Okay, I'm sorry for ranting.
So sue me for actually missing you.

I'm so sorry. I should have known- I should have asked you- I didn't know how badly things were going for you. You'll always have a special place in my heart- and yeah.

I just really wanted you to know that I still think about you, and that no matter how hecka cliched this sounds...I'll never forget you.

Never.

Even if you'll never know that.


Ello.
Again.

Well. Today's been a nice day. :D Full of chocolate, too.
Okay, so not exactly FULL of it...just one Cadbury tubeful and one kinder bueno.
But whatever.

I was 'pposed to follow my grandparents to church today, but I overslept.
(Pout.)
I was watching Merlin on Hallmark last night okayy. I am so fully not to blame. Blame THEM for airing that show so late at night, so there.
Humph.

In any case. I went to church with my parents instead- and then we all moseyed out to watch Superman Returns. [Yes I KNOW it came out a long time ago, but whatever. I don't go with the flow (as you should have noticed), so cut me some slack already.]
It was such an awesome movie. Even if I do say so myself.
Which I do.
And I didn't tried not to focus on the size of Superman's inguinal ligament. I must say that they did a pretty good job of digital reduction, though. Because I didn't really notice anything. Much.

BUTASIWASSAYING.

It was a good movie. And the little dude who plays Superman's son is way cute. Heh. With his asthma inhaler and big blue eyes and all. Now everyone- on the count of three say- AWWWWWWWW.

I SEE WATERMELON ON THE DINNER TABLE.

*twitch*

I'm so there.

[/EDIT]
Guess what?
I'm watching High School Musical. For the 10980982329832th time YAY ME.
I still think Zac Efron is cute.
Oh, and Jia Ni...surprisingly, you're right. Chad's underarm hair IS like his hair. You know. Like, the same...oh, forget it.
Ew.
Ew.
Ewwwwww.

Not that, of course, I paid too much attention to his underarm hair or anything. I mean, I fully have better things to do than that. I was just really really curious kinda bored.

Oh, and on a sidenote. I feel really bad about what I did to him.
Not Chad, you dummies. And no, not his underarm hair-- I did not do anything to it. Like shave it. Don't be such sickos.
I'm talking about him.
Yeah, I feel kind of guilty. I mean, it would never have been able to last anyway...but I can't help feeling sort of responsible for it all.
But I'm not about to launch into a ballad about my ohsodoomed personal life.

Be happy, people. :D

[My little sister keeps harping on and on about seeing Chad/Zac/both of their underarm hair. Seriously, and she's only eight. Tsktsk. I wonder where she learns these things from?]

*grinneth*

Not from me, that's for sure.

I is ze picture of innocence.



FINALLY.
Cara is happy to announce that she has gathered up the shreds of her awful HTML knowledge, and just barely managed to put up this new skin which isn't made by her but which she thinks is gorgeous anyway YAY.

Well. Nothing much has been going on here in Soap Opera Land. Just more depressive things which would bore one to death, should I elaborate...
I've also realized how screwed our generation is becoming.
Screwed up, I mean.
Yeah, but whatever. Like there's any difference.

Oh, and btw. I'm still anti-thethreeletterBword.
And still will be for quite some time, from the looks of it.
Heck, that's fine by me.

Also. My throat hurts much, and it's become a major pain in the you-know-what to swallow.
Oh well.
Tis life for you.

In any case, I fully did not come here to complain.

School has been lovely and slackyish. Too much free periods, can, in fact, corrode one's brain. As has been proven by US. So aptly named the Crazy Bunch, by the highly stereotypical natures of several persons in our class. Not that I hate stereotypes. I think everyone sort of conforms to them, in a way. Even fitting into a stereotype can become a sort of novelty. I think stereotypes are interesting. I just don't like it when I become the VICTIM of a stereotype, s' all.
Annyway. As I was saying. Cheryl, Shu, Mel, Ni and ze odder deloverly HSM fans [including yours truly] have been driving the anti-HSM people [like poor Av-- I'm so sorry] bonkers through countless [but in-key, I might add..] renditions of Breaking Free and What I've Been Looking For.
I still think Zac Efron is cute.
Except for, you know, that one part in the musical when we so can see his underarm hair. Which is normal, I guess- being a teenager and a guy and all...but still. The least Disney might have done would be to digitally, um, blot out the. Uh. Yeah.
Sort of the way they had to digitally reduce Superman's unmentionables, because according to the newspapers; the size of his inguinal ligament was...distracting.

....But back to the subject.
Which never really was there in the first place, so oh well.
Meep.

Oh yeahhh. PotC2. Omg, it was the sex love.
LoveloveLOVEE!
I went to watch it with Maxy and Mel. It was wayyy doozed out. We had to go to four different cinemas [and call up a tonna others, besides] before we could get tickets. And then we had to wait for over an hour, since the only show which had tickets available was at six. So yeah. We hung out at McDonalds...Maxy and Mel shared fries, we took snapshots, and it was really neat. Oh, and Maxy had a strawberry milkshake which was nice, but I took a sip and it was wayy sweet. But it was all cool.
And it was even cooler when we went in. The cinema, I mean. Not the milkshake.
[Oh, and I ate cheesy hotdogs. I KNOW that was an outright dastardly violation of animal rights. But hotdogs are sooo good- I can't believe I survived so long without them. ]
PotC was awesome. I can't describe it or whatever, because someone who hasn't watched it yet is sure to slam me for giving away all the spoilers and whatnot, so mhm. Y'all will just hafta go watch it yourselves. And trust me. PotC2= rad much!

Cheesy hotdogs are good things, too.


I'm in a quotably quotable mood. 'Scuse the randomosity. I'll update with more quotes when I feel like it, haha.

so I close my eyes to ease the pain
and tomorrow when I wake
it'll all be better again

and she tells herself that she'll be okay
if she just remembers to b r e a t h e

cradle your head in your hands
//breathe in// breathe out//
everything'll fall back together somehow

silent; she laughs to fill the spaces
numb; she sifts through fading faces
but still she holds up high and proud
unnoticed in the static crowd

she's a hopeless romantic;;
but he--
he's just hopeless at romancing.

you know something's gone terribly w r o n g
when her eyes shine too brightly
and her smile;; it blinds

the skies were black
the day daddy's little girl
let go. plunged.
and gave up on it all.

when the going gets tough,
just remember
things have to fall apart sometimes
so they can fall back together again

Wheee.
Quotes are the lovee.





Omg.

Dark hair and green eyes.

Could life be any more unfair?!

I am so sick of this.

STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP.


Okay, I reaaaally want to put a High School Musical song on my blog.
Although it'll definitely clash majorly with the whole blogskin.
But heck it.

People have to be happy. (:

And HSM is definitely feel-good.
I've been listening to Breaking Free and Stick To The Status Quo on and on and on...

I'm at Jae's house now. We just went skateboarding....huzzaaahhh. Although the both of us, like, still suck much. But hey- everyone's gotta start somewhere. And Jae taught me how to butt-board. I freaked out halfway, though, cause I felt as if I was in imminent danger of an early demise. Talk about an adrenaline rush. (:

P.S I had chocolate today.
It was sinful.
And so, so good!!

::shifty eyes::

OH. And here's some publicity.

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN TWO IS COMING OUT!!!

Huzzah, huzzah! I'm gonna go watch it with Jae and Maxy...I don't think anyone else is free; and besides, it's pretty convenient cause we'll just zip down to town after our Body Jam Class. We passed Attitude today, at BTP, and I saw the Body Jam class in progress (which I missed because of the IP test...).
(pout.)
I miss Body Jam. I've been such a slacky pig lately; I can't believe myself.

I digress. (Oops.) So. POTC TWO! I'm tempted to dress like a pirate. And have a TY parrot beanie on my shoulder. Just for kicks. Just to annoy Maxine and mortify Jae.
*cackles*
Fear me. For I am eeeevvvveeeelll.
And I will plunder your ships, you black-hearted dogs, and carve out your gizzards and make you walk the plank steal all the chocolate in the world.

I feel hypppeerrrr.

Can you tell?

Yeah, I thought so too.

*huggles*